i seek something more, something elusive, like silver sand. now I think I found it, and there, its gone again.

Of Wolves and Dogs

i dont know what hunger or tiredness feels like to you
i can go for days with little food or sleep
you dont know what boredom feels like to me
it makes me desperate – like a corkscrew turning in my soul
and this emptiness and this city of normal people peacefully slumbering
trapped in the middle of all this normalcy. desperate howling half crazed
there is a rabid wolf hidden inside my soul
and he is seething in hate at your comfortable cage
February 5th, 2015